BenderxOC
My name is Alyssa Lincoln. I am a senior, I smoke, and I am in love with my best friend John Bender. We didn't grow up together though. I moved to Chicago from Kentucky when I was twelve to escape my deadbeat father and his coke-head girlfriend. I moved into a brick house with my mom and my dog Sadie.
Next door to us was a what was once white house. The gate was broken, the siding was dirty, windows were cracked, and there were no curtains. Just news paper over the windows. At first I thought the house was empty. I mean who would want to live there?
Then later that night a junky old car pulled into the driveway, sputtering black smoke and it sounded just horrid. Out stepped a bigger man, by big I mean big. He was tall, a bit on the hefty side and he swayed from side to side. In his hand I saw a beer can. Next thing I knew I heard the man bellow in a loud, loud voice,
"Johnny! Get your ass out here!"
There I saw him. He was a fair bit taller than me, and by the look of him he looked my age. This of course excited me because being the new kid, I had no friends at this point. What I saw next haunted me for years to come. As John walked outside, his dad cuffed him across the face mumbling something about how it took him to long to get outside. I let out a gasp, and that's when I realized two very sad chocolate brown eyes were staring at me.
He saw me.
John and I ended up becoming the best of friends. I held him when he needed it, and he held me. I loved it.
Sometimes John would climb in my window when things got really bad. When my mom found out she was upset, but after I carefully explained the situation, she turned a blind eye to it. I had a good head on my shoulders.
Anyway, now John and I are both seniors. He comes to my house less often now, but once in a blue moon, he comes over and we get stoned, or we watch movies. He always sleeps in my bed. Despite his reputation nothing makes John happier than just cuddling.
John and I hang out at school together all the time. He is like a big brother. Throughout the years I have developed major feelings for him, but he thinks of me as nothing more than a friend.
-Fast Forward to Friday afternoon-
John and I stood outside the school. I was leaning against Dean's (another one of our friends) truck. John had let me wear his flannel shirt, because Claire, the bitchy redhead of the school dumped her coffee down the front of mine and all I had was a black tanktop on. My purple hair was tied up in a ponytail, I studied the few people that would walk around before John came up to me, his face meere inches from mine. I looked up at him very confused, but he just grinned and reached his hand up and...
Fixed my septum ring.
"Oh thanks."
"No problem."
God, he was just pure eye candy. I grinned at him as I stole the cigarette from his lips and took a drag.
"God could you be any more disgusting?"
I looked for the sound of the voice and it was Claire, who had obviously just come back from a shopping trip. She had a look of disgust on her face. Her friends sneered and giggled behind her.
"Could you be any more ignorant?"
Claire looked at me, her eyes quite literally shot daggers. She handed off her bags to her friends, after giving a disgusted and may I add quite pig like snort at John, Dean, Chris, and his girlfriend Dana she came over to me.
"Look bitch, I am the prom queen, people love me and you are shit. Why don't you go snort coke or something?"
I snapped.
Next thing I knew I had Claire's hair wrapped around my fingers of my left hand. My right was balled in a fist and punching wherever I could reach. Claire was screaming, her friends were hysterical, Dean, Chris and Dana were standing there flabbergasted and John was trying to tear me off of Claire. He knew about my past so my snapping wasn't unjust in his eyes, but this was Claire, the prom queen with the rich father. I would be in so much trouble for this one.
John was then pushed away from me by Richard "Dick" Vernon, our loving principle..Not. Mr. Vernon grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me off of Claire, tossing me back at John's feet. He pulled me up and held my arms, whispering things to me while Claire's friends helped her up.
"What the hell is going on here?"
"Oh Mr. Vernon, Claire was just coming over to apologize for spilling coffee on Alyssa earlier, and she just snapped and beat her up!"
"That's a lie!"
"Shut up!"
John looked at me, then at Mr. Vernon.
"Queeney here came over and gave Alyssa hard time, and she snapped. I mean look at all their shopping bags, She isn't innocent at all."
Mr. Vernon rubbed his temples.
"Ms. Standish and Ms. Lincoln, detention this Saturday. Mr. Bender you get detention as well, a bag of weed was turned in from your locker... Now get lost all of you before I make it worse!"
Shit.. This wouldn't be fun